Flesh of My Heart
Struck in the heart by the angel of fate, made up from flesh so I love to hate. I hate to love my enemy and love to hate my friend, they are both one of the same but only will last to the very end. My heart bleeds from the pain of hurt, but joy comes in the morning for what it is worth. With an angel on my left and a demon on my right stuck in the middle between wrong and right. Doing my best to use my inner light, but the devil in me puts up a hell of a fight. As my wings keep me up and I begin to fly, my heart becomes harden and I don't know why. So I'll ask for forgiveness as I reach for the sky because the devil of this earth wants me to die, but before I go I think I will I God love one last try.
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